To the uninitiated, I have been living ‘the’ life and everything just happened to fall into my cosy lap! The only two truths in what I have just stated are: things falling and my lap being cosy!! Apart from this, the above statement couldn’t have been far from the truth.
I have been working for a great part of my adult life and more noticeably after getting hitched to another workaholic, one silver anniversary moon ago. Yet, at no point in time did ‘the’ life come into the picture and always I had to make that effort, that first move to approach people, connect with them and leave them with no choice but to have me on-board. And those are lessons which any new earthling, starting out fresh with nothing worthwhile on their C.V. can use as a super intelligent tip from a veteran: I agreed to work in my initial years, in which ever organisation I ‘wanted to’, as opposed to ‘went to’, honorarily i.e. in short without any emoluments or pay packet.
This clever ploy helped me gain the much needed experience which was varied, rich, unique, so heterogenous that by the time this ‘district-uer’(this term I have coined to signify where I was or what I happened to be being in the districts; we have small districts in our big states and my police officer husband was posted in different small districts around the state which was his parent cadre; for the uninitiated as central police officers in my country, each officer who is selected to the Indian Police Service is allotted any of the 29 States & 7 Union territories which make up my country; there are more of them now than there were then: 24 States & 7 Union territories to be precise all those years back) came to be the town gal, so to say, the rough edges had been smoothed out and no formal organisation ever looked at an empty C.V.
Needless to add that since the time I have started this odyssey with work, the satisfaction, sense of fulfilment and accomplishment has always been more because I have got work on my own merit and nothing of ‘the’ haloed life of being from the blue-blooded strata of public life ever arbitrated or intervened as I annexed work experience in the city. Organisations I joined did not know for several months about my exact background because I wouldn’t mention it in the said column and would answer evasively when asked a specific question about it – and believe me, my background does generate a lot of interest. Which surprisingly and disquietingly wasn’t because of how beautifully I have been bought up nor how amazingly my teachers have taught me to be so aware of my learning nor so much even for the fact that I speak the English language quite colourfully but sadly because my poor unsuspecting husband’s job profile means many different things to many different people in my country!!!!
I never wanted to be accepted for and by, anything or anybody, under any circumstances, for anything except for being ME!!
Being me had its immense advantages – I couldn’t be cloned or copied. Though my work always was, especially after I left organisations. Some use it even till today. I always treated it with a lifting of my collars because it meant I was unique. That feeling is euphoric and continues to please me as a punch. Each of us is unique and leave a mark wherever we go. It is up to us whether it’s a blemish, a scar or a shinning example of a swan song!
I always prefer the latter and have had many on my teams, people who were an epitome of similar thought processes.
For us in a school environment, the whole plethora of activities we did, was our canvas – to paint, craft out, mould and model.
Its only about getting inspired and being motivated and enthused about work. Any idea, any design, any thought, anything can be then responsible for the next step – that leap of faith!!